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HYMNS 

for 

THE  CIRCLE 


PORTLAND,  ME.  : 
WILLIAM  HYDE, 
1855. 


PUBLISHER'S  PREFACE. 


This  little  collection  of  Hymns  is  particularly  designed  for 
the  use  of  Ladies1  Sewing-  Circles,  which  now  exist  in  most 
of  the  Cities,  Towns,  and  Villages  in  our  Country.  It  will  be 
found  also  equally  well  adapted  to  the  use  of  other  social 
gatherings  for  benevolent  or  devotional  purposes.  Its  portable 
form  will  render  it  a  convenient  Pocket  Companion. 

The  selection  and  arrangement  of  the  Hymns  is  by  Rev.  J. 
W.  Chickering,  D.D.,  of  this  city. 

The  Hymns  by  Mrs.  Sigourney,  and  C.  P.  Ilsley,  Esq.,  are 
original. 

Portland,  Me.,  September,  1855. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress  in  the  year  1855, 
BY  WILLIAM  HYDE, 
in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Maine. 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


SOCIAL. 

S.  M.  Dwiglit. 

1  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 

With  his  own  precious  blood. 

For  her  my  tears  shall  fall  ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 

Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion — solemn  vows, 

Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  Heaven. 


4  HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 

3.  7>s.  Toplady 

Rock  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 

Be  of  sin  and  fear  the  cure, 

Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  langour  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


3,  Ii.  M.  Barbaulcl. 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds  ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  and  faith,  and  hopes  are  one  ! 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


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To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  tender  love  ! — what  holy  fear  ! 
How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth — and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  human  wo  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  dimly  burns  frail  nature's  fire  : 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above — 
A  Heaven  of  joy — a  Heaven  of  love. 

4.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 

Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

Where  streams  of  bliss  from  Christ  the  spring 

Descend  to  every  soul  ; 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 

Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 

And  makes  his  grace  distill. 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE* 


C.  M.  Reed. 

Come,  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh 

To  great  Jehovah's  name  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  our  tongues 

When  we  his  love  proclaim. 

Blest  be  the  hand  that  has  preserved 

Our  feet  from  every  snare, 
And  blest  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

Which  to  this  hour  we  share. 

O,  may  the  Spirit's  quickening  power 

Now  sanctify  our  joy, 
And  warm  our  zeal  in  works  of  love 

Our  talents  to  employ. 

Fast,  fast  our  minutes  fly  away ; 

Soon  shall  our  wanderings  cease  ; 
Then  with  our  Father  we  shall  dwell, 

A  family  of  peace. 

JL,.  M.  C.  P.  Ilsley. 

O  Thou,  whose  goodness  is  untold — 
Our  Fathei — God  ! — Thou,  who  of  old 
Didst  o'er  the  earth  thy  manna  spread — 
"  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  !" 

Thou  lofty  One  !  whose  slightest  nod 
The  heavens  obey  !   The  Prophet's  God — 
He  who  of  old  the  ravens  fed  ! 
"  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  !" 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


7 


O  Thou  within  a  manger  born, 
Who  bore  our  sins — who  met  our  scorn ! 
Thou  whose  few  loaves  the  thousands  fed, 
I  "  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  !" 

I   O  Thou,  the  giver  of  all  good  ! 
We  ask  not  only  earthly  food  : 
Give  us  the  "  Bread  of  Life"— and  then 
We  ne'er  shall  be  in  want  again  ! 

7.  L»  M.  Stowell. 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  before  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy  seat. 

There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 
And  Heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


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HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


8.  C.  M.  He  K.  White. 

O  Lord,  another  day  has  flown, 

And  we,  a  little  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 

To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

And,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 

And  we  are  less  than  they. 

Thy  heavenly  grace  to  each  impart ; 

All  evil  far  remove  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 

Thy  everlasting  love. 

Oh,  still  restore  our  wandering  feet, 

And  still  direct  our  way  ; 
Till  worlds  shall  fail,  and  faith  shall  greet 

The  dawn  of  endless  day. 

9.  C.  M.  Steimett. 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 

His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 


HYMNS    FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


9 


He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief ; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 

And  carried  all  my  grief. 

To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 

And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 

Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

10.  M.  Watts. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

1* 


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H¥MNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


11.  7s.  Montgomery* 

People  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found  : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 
Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 

Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 
Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  live  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 
13.  C.  M.  Miller. 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
When  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 

And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


II 


Lord,  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaimed  by  thee  thy  own  ; 

May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

13.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have  \ 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill  ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh  !  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give. 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 


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HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


14.  €.  M.  Watts. J 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes  !  J 
The  former  seas  have  passed  away, 

And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 

Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

"  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  bless'd  abode  ; 
Men  the  dear  objects  of  his  love, 

And  he  their  gracious  God." 

How  long,  dear  Saviour,  oh,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

15.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  offering  of  my  tongue 

To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  oh  !  how  few  returns  of  love 

Hath  my  Redeemer  found  ! 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


13 


What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  my  guilty  soul  ? 
Alas  !  my  sins  are  multiplied, 

Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

Yet,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

Lord,  to  thy  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 

To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

C.  M.  Mrs.  Sigourney. 

Do  what  thou  hast  to  do 

"While  thou  hast  eyes  to  see, 
While  thou  hast  ears  to  hear  the  word 

Thy  Saviour  speaks  to  thee — 
While  thou  hast  feet  to  walk, 

While  thou  hast  voice  to  pray, 
While  thou  hast  Reason's  guiding  lamp 

To  understand  thy  way. 

Do  what  thou  hast  to  do 

Before  the  night  of  gloom, 
That  swiftly  wraps  the  sons  of  men 

In  darkness  and  the  tomb, 
For  though  thy  steps  may  tread 

O'er  flow'rets  bright  with  dew, 
There  yawns  thy  cold,  drear,  silent  bed9 

Do  what  thou  hast  to  do. 


M 


HTMXS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE„ 


17.  li  Mo 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  I 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 

How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this  \ 

The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 

Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true— 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour  ! 

But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die? 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land  whose  confines  lie 

Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears  : 

If  God  be  ours,  we're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

18.  li.  M. 

Behold  the  Saviour  at  thy  door, 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before  i 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still  ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

O  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 
With  melting  heart,  and  outstretched  hands 
O  matchless  kindness  I  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes> 


HfMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE, 


Admit  him  ; — -for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest ; 
Admit  him  ; — or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When  at  his  door  denied  you'll  stand* 

16  Open  my  heart.  Lord,  enter  in, 
Slay  every  foe,  and  conquer  sin  : 
I  now  to  thee  my  all  resign, 
My  body,  soul,  and  all  are  thine." 

19.  C.  ML  j 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace 

My  gracious  Master  and  my  God 

Assist  me  to  proclaim 
And  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad,, 

The  honors  of  thy  name. 

Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

i^Look  unto  him,  ye  nations  ;  own 
Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
Look,  and  be  saved  by  faith  alone  ; 
Be  justified  by  grace. 


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HYIVLNS  EOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


20.  Hi.  M.  II.  K.  Wiiite, 

When,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Once  on  the  raging  sea  I  rode — * 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark  ; 

The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem, 
"When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

ft  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all  ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


if 


31.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Sigourney* 

Temptations  throng  our  course, 

And  thousands  go  astray, 
Smooth  are  the  roads  that  lead  to  death, 

How  shall  we  choose  our  way  ? 

Sloth  may  enchain  the  hand, 

Clouds  settle  on  the  brain, 
Nor  have  we  always  light  to  make 

Our  christian  duty  plain. 

Lord  !  every  secret  thought 

Is  open  to  thy  view, 
Show  us  the  path  wherein  to  walk, 

The  thing  that  we  must  do. 

22.  L.  M.  Kippon* 

Oh,  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 
Around  the  majesty  of  heaven ! 

Rebels  he  deigns  to  call  his  sons, 

Their  souls  renewed,  their  sins  forgiven* 

Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine, 

The  grace  that  blazes  like  a  sun  ; 

Hold  forth  your  fair,  though  feeble  light, 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings, 
Swift  let  the  great  salvation  fly ! 

The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe, 
To  pain  and  sickness  help  apply. 


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HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 
Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn  ; 

Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God, 
And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 

23.  6.  4.  K.  Palmer. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  fire. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Bless'd  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distress  remove  ; 
Oh  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  souh 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


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24.  C.  M. 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 

Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 

And  this  may  be  the  last. 

Awake,  my  soul ;  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
What  are  thy  hopes  ? — how  sure,  how  fair  ? 

What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

Behold,  another  year  begins  ; 

get  out  afresh  for  heaven  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 

In  Christ  so  freely  given. 

Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 

Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

25.  L.  M.  Medley. 

Awake  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness — oh  how  free  ! 

He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all  ; 
-  He  saved  me  fiom  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness — oh  how  great ! 


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HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

26.  L.  M. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  king  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


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S.  M.  Fawcett. 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Oar  hearts  in  Christian  love  ! 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one  ; 
Our  comforts,  and  our  cares. 

We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 

The  sympathising  tear. 

When  we  are  called  to  part, 

It  gives  us  mutual  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
From  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


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28.  C.  M.  Heginbotham. 

Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 

And  sing  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme, 

In  loftier  strains,  above. 

My  Father  God !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ? 
Not  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 

Delight  my  listening  ear. 

For  ever  let  my  grateful  heart 

His  boundless  grace  adore, 
Which  gives  ten  thousand  blessings  now, 

And  bids  me  hope  for  more. 

29.  7s.  Toplady. 
Saviour,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 

Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee  ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes  ; 
Oh,  by  all  thy  pains  and  wo, 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  thy  people  when  they  cry. 

By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 

By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 

By  thy  wounds — the  crown  of  thorns — 


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By  thy  cross- — thy  pangs  and  cries, 
By  thy  perfect  sacrifice — 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Hear  thy  people  when  they  cry. 

By  thy  deep  expiring  groan, 
By  thy  sealed  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumphs  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  power  from  death  to  save, 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 
To  thy  throne  in  heaven  restored, 
Saviour,  Prince,  exalted  high, 
Hear  thy  people  when  they  cry. 

).  S,  M.  Montgomery. 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 

Oh  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  alter  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 

And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought. 

God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 

With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 


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Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  his  glorious  name? 

Henceforth,  for  evermoire. 

31.  C.  M.  Williair 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power ' 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  \ 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 

In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  dayst 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise , 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 


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2B 


C.  M.  Hawky. 

There  is  hope,  a  blessed  hope, 
More  precious  and  more  bright 

Than  all  the  joyless  mockery 
The  world  esteems  delight. 

There  is  a  star,  a  lovely  star, 
That  lights  the  darkest  gloom, 

And  sheds  a  peaceful  radiance  o'er 
The  prospects  of  the  tomb. 

There  is  a  voice,  a  cheering  voice, 

That  lifts  the  soul  above, 
Dispels  the  painful,  anxious  doubt, 

And  whispers  "God  is  love." 

That  voice,  aloud  from  Calvary's  height^ 

Proclaims  the  soul  forgiven, 
That  star  is  revelation's  light ; 

That  hope,  the  hope  of  heaven. 


S.  Mo  Swain, 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing, 

Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King 

His  saving  power  displays  ? — » 
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When  sinners  at  his  feet, 

By  mercy  conquered,  fall  ! 
When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet, 

And  peace  unites  them  all  ? 

Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high,  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace 

Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 

34.  L.  M.  Mrs.  Sigourney. 

Prayer  may  be  sweet  in  cottage  homes, 
Where  sire  and  child  devoutly  kneel, 

While  through  the  open  casement  nigh, 
The  vernal  blossoms  fragrant  steal. 

Prayer  may  be  sweet  in  stately  halls, 
Where  heart  with  kindred  heart  is  blent, 

And  upward  to  th'  eternal  throne 
The  hymn  of  praise  melodious  sent. 

But  he  who  fain  would  know  how  warm 
The  soul's  appeal  to  God  may  be, 

From  friends  and  native  land  should  turn, 
A  wanderer  on  the  faithless  sea  ; — 

Should  hear  its  deep,  imploring  tone 

Rise  heavenward  o'er  the  foaming  surge, 

When  billows  toss  the  fragile  bark, 
And  fearful  blasts  the  conflict  urge, 


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Naught,  naught  appears  but  sea  and  sky  ; 

No  refuge  where  the  foot  may  flee  : 
How  will  he  cast,  O  Rock  divine, 

The  anchor  of  his  soul  on  thee  ! 

I  8s  &  7s.  II or ne. 

See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 
Dry  and  withered,  to  the  ground, 

Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound, — 

"Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 
Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 

View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 

"What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you — 
Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace  ; 

Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you  ; 
Summer  gives  to  autumn  place." 

On  the  tree  of  life  eternal 

Let  our  highest  hopes  be  stayed  : 

This  alone,  forever  vernal, 

Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 


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36.  6s  &>  4-s.  Montgomery. 

The  God  of  harvest  praise  ; 
In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice  ; 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring. 

The  streams  rejoice. 

Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

.  Through  all  the  earth  ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  duty — but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 
Amidst  your  mirth. 

The  God  of  harvest  praise  ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 

With  sweet  accord  ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 


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37,  C,  M.  Moore. 

The  dove  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 

Returning  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies, 

"Where  idler  warblers  roam  ; — 

But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 

Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  snare 

Of  sinful  passion  free, 
Aloft,  through  faith's  serener  air, 

To  urge  my  course  to  thee  ; — 

No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay, 

My  soul  as  home  she  springs, 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 

Thy  freedom  on  her  wings. 

38*  7s  &,  6s.  J.  Burton. 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  ; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 


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Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

39.  C.  M.  Doddridge' 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 

All  powerful,  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 

The  image  of  thy  love. 

Oh,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
That  generous  pleasure  know, 

Kindly  to  share  in  other's  joy, 
And  weep  for  other's  wo. 

When  poor  and  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  deep  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 

And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 
For  us  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 

A  balm  for  every  wound. 


BEiNTEVOLElsTT. 


8s,  7s  4s. 

Lord  of  glory,  who  didst  honor 
David's  humble  sling  and  stone, 

Ancient  Israel  to  deliver — 
Now  as  weak  an  effort  own  ; 

Bless  the  labor 
Which  our  feeble  hands  have  done. 

T'is  the  gospel  seed  we're  sowing 
On  the  good  and  fallow  ground  ; 

Bearing,  weeping,  without  knowing 
Which  shall  fail  and  which  abound-: 

Holy  Spirit, 
Let  it  verdant  spring  around. 

When  the  harvest-time  is  ended, 

When  the  Master  counts  our  sheaves, 

Oh  let  those  by  us  attended, 
Be  as  numerous  as  the  leaves 

Which  we  scatter, 
And  a  dying  world  receives. 


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41.  C.  M.  Watts 

How  blest  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 

And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 

To  all  the  sons  of  need, 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request 

With  blessings  on  his  seed, 

In  times  of  danger  and  distress, 
Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Sweet  peace  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 

Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

43.  C.  M.  C^oswell 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasure  still  be  spent, 

Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

Like  him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 
Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 

We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness. 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 


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For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And  that  thy  fellows  may  be  tried, 

The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make  ; 

Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 

They  lose  not  their  reward. 

£3,  li.  M.  Gibbons 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  patterns,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can  love,whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, — 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


34  HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 

44.  CM.         Spir.  of  the  Psalms. 

How  blest  the  children  of  the  Lord. 

Who,  walking  in  his  sight. 
Make  all  the  precepts  of  his  word 

Their  study  and  delight. 

That  precious  wealth  shall  be  their  dower, 

Which  cannot  know  decay, 
Which  moth  or  rust  shall  ne'er  devour, 

Nor  spoiler  take  away. 

For  them  that  heavenly  light  shall  spread 

Whose  cheering  rays  illume 
The  darkest  hours  of  life,  and  shed 

A  halo  round  the  tomb. 

Their  works  of  piety  and  love, 

Performed  through  Christ,  their  Lord, 

Forever  registered  above, 
Shall  meet  a  sure  reward. 

45.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 

Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  we  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 

High  on  the  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 

When  all  the  worlds  are  thine  ? 


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But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace, 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 

Before  thy  Father's  face. 

In  them  thou  mayst  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited,  and  cheered ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 

Our  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

46.  C.  M.  Bodeii. 

Bright  source  of  everlasting  love, 

To  thee  our  souls  we  raise  ; 
And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 

A  monument  of  praise. 

To  tents  of  wo,  to  beds  of  pain, 

We  cheerfully  repair  ; 
And  with  the  gift  thy  hand  bestows, 

Relieve  the  sufferer's  care. 

The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy  ; 

The  orphan's  tear  be  dry  ; 
The  sinner  hear  the  call  of  love, 

And  find  a  Saviour  nigh. 


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47.  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed  ; 

Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land  ; — 

And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 

The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  mist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 

For  garners  in  the  sky. 

Thence,  when  the  glorious  end, 
The  day  of  God  shall  come, 

The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  cry  u  Harvest  home  !" 


48.  Ju.  M.  Yoke< 

Behold  th'  expected  time  draws  near, 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appears ; 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 
The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 

The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow, 
The  exiled  captive,  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

Come,  let  us  with  a  grateful  heart 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part, 
Our  pray'ers  and  off' rings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

Invite  the  world  to  come  and  prove 
A  Saviour's  condescending  love  ; 
And  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
Assured  they  shall  acceptance  meet. 


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49.  I4.  M. 

Go,  much  loved  brethren,  haste  and  rear 
The  gospel  standard,  void  of  fear : 
Go,  seek  with  joy  your  destined  shore, 
To  view  your  native  land  no  more. 

Yes — Christian  Heroes  \  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  through  ImmanuePs  name  ; 
To  barren  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempests  into  peace. 

And  when  our  labors  ail  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ;  9 
Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all ! 

50.  C.  M.  Gibbons. 

Great  God  !  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 

Thy  power  and  glory  shine. 

But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind  ; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 

Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 


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Oh,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 
To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 

And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
A  temple  to  thy  praise. 

51.  C.  M. 

Oh,  hasten  on  that  glorious  hour 
When  God  shall  reign  alone  ; 

When  all  shall  know  and  feel  His  power, 
And  Christ,  the  Saviour,  own. 

When  every  heart  shall  glow  with  love, 

And  every  knee  be  bent, 
And  praise  to  Him  who  dwells  above 

From  every  lip  be  sent. 

When  guilt  away  from  earth  shall  flee, 

And  sin  no  more  enthrall  : 
When  every  soul  shall  worship  thee, 

And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

When  wars  and  foolish  strifes  shall  cease 

In  all  the  nations  round, 
And  love  and  liberty  and  peace 

Throughout  the  world  abound. 


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52.  L.  M.  Voke. 

Behold  the  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; 
The  exiled  captive  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 
Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

Where'er  his  hand  hath  spread  the  skies, 
Sweet  incense  to  his  name  shall  rise ; 
And  slave,  and  freeman — Greek,  and  Jew, 
By  sovereign  grace  be  formed  anew. 

53.  8s.  &  ft.  C/P.  Ilsley, 

Bless,  Almighty  God,  thy  servants 
Who  have  gone  to  distant  lands, 

Home  and  kindred  ties  forsaking, 
With  the  gospel  in  their  hands. 

May  they  all  prove  faithful  teachers,— 
In  their  hearts  pure  grace  abound  — 

And,  where'er  their  duty  calls  them, 
Spread  the  light  of  truth  around. 

In  the  field  on  which  they've  entered 
jVfay  they  reap  a  rich  reward  : 

Many  sheaves,  O,  may  they  gather 
For  th<*  garner  of  their  Lord. 


54r.  C.  M.  Watts 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  ; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days  : 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 

Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past  ; 

lie  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  , 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 

While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


42  HYMNS   FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 

55.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

These  mortal  joys,  how  soon  they  fade  ! 

How  swift  they  pass  away  ! 
The  dying  flower  reclines  its  head, 

The  beauty  of  a  day. 

Soon  are  those  earthly  treasures  lost 

We  fondly  call  our  own  ; 
We  scarcely  can  possession  boast, 

Before  we  find  them  gone. 

But  there  are  joys  which  cannot  die, 

With  God  laid  up  in  store, 
Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 

More  bright  than  golden  ore. 

The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scattered  here  below, 
In  fair  and  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 
50.  8's  and  7's.  Edmeston. 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal  ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 
Thou  canst  save  and  thou  canst  heal. 

Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us  ; 

We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh. 


HlfMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


43 


Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee  ; 

Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  thy  people  be. 

Should  swift  Death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  command  us  to  the  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 

Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom. 

57.  L.  M.  Kenn. 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ;  - 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
1,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 

The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  ; 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth — 'tis  heaven  above  ! 

To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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58.  7s.  Pratt's  Coll. 

God  is  goodness,  wisdom,  power;' 
Love  him,  praise  him  evermore  ; 
Let  us  strive,  and  never  cease, 
Him  in  everything  to  please. 

Born  for  this  intent  we  are, 
Our  Creator  to  declare  ; 
God  to  love,  and  serve,  and  praise, 
God  to  honor  all  our  days. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! — 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored  ! 
Filled  with  thee,  let  all  things  cry, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

59.  Ia.  M.  Hart. 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


HYMNS  FOR  THE  CIRCLE. 


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8's,  7's  &  4's.    H.  F,  Burdell's  Col. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ! 
Let  us,  each  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
Oh  refresh  us, 

Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ! 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found  ! 

Then,  when'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey — 
May  we  ever 

Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day  ! 

7's.  Newton. 
For  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart, 

Of  our  ever  present  friend. 


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Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer  : 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 

All  our  souls  in  safety  keep- 
In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong  ; 

Sweeten  every  cross. and  pain  ; 
And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 

Till  we  meet  on  earth  again. 

62.  Ii.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

63.  C.  M. 

To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

64.  S,  M.  Watts. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 

That  seals  the  grace  in  heaven, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  given. 


INDEX 


TO  THE  FIRST  LINE  OF  EACH  HYMN. 


Page. 


A  charge  to  keep  1  have,           -  -       -  11 

And  now  my  soul  another  year,  19 

Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays,     -  -       -  19 

Behold  the  Saviour  at  the  door,  14 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,          -  -       -  21 

Bright  source  of  everlasting  love,  35 

Behold  the  expected  time  draws  near,  37 

Behold  the  heathen  wait  to  know,  40 

Bless  Almighty  God  thy  servants,  -       -  40 

Come  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh,  6 

Come  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace,  -       -  22 

Dread  sovereign  let  my  evening  song,  -  12 

Do  what  thou  hast  to  do,             -  -       -  13 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord,  44 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  -  7 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,  -  9 

Father  of  mercies  send  thy  grace,  -       -  30 

For  a  season  called  to  part,  45 

Go  much  beloved  brethren,  haste  and  rear,  38 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth,  -  38 

Glory  to  thee  my  God  this  night,  -  -       -  43 

God  is  goodness,  wisdom,  power,  -  44 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,  -  4 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies,  -  14 

How  blest  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord,  -  32 

How  blest  the  children  of  the  Lord,  -  34 

I  love  thy  kingdom  Lord,           -  3 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun,  20 

iJesus,  our  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace,  -  34 


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INDEX. 


Page. 


Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight  5 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears,  12 

Lord  of  glory  who  dist  honor,  -  31 

Lord  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went,  -  32 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,       -  -  45 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned,      -  8 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee,      -  18 

O  thou  whose  goodness  is  untold,        -  6 

O  Lord  another  day  has  flown,      .'  -  -  8 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit,       -  -  10 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  15 

Oh  what  stupendous  mercy  shines,    -  ••  17 

Oh  hasten  on  that  glorious  hour,  39 

People  of  the  living  God,  -       -       -  -  10 

Prayer  may  be  sweet  in  cottage  homes,  -  26 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow,  -  46 

Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me,    -      -  -        4  ' 

Saviour  when  in  dust  to  thee,  -      -  -  22 

See  the  leaves  arround  us  falling,  27 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed,       -  36 

Saviour  breathe  an  evening  blessing,  -  42 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord,     -       -  -  23 

Temptations  throng  our  course,  17 

There  is  a  hope,  a  blessed  hope,        -  -  25 

The  God  of  harvest  praise,  28 

The  dove  let  loose  in  eastern  skies,    -  -  29 

Time  is  winging  us  away,  29 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on,       -  -  4L 

These  mortal  joys  how  soon  they  fade,  -  42 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son,     -  -  46 

To  the  gieat  One  in  Three,  46 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain,  -  16 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power,  -  24 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing  ?  -  25 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,  -  33 


